We Are Star Things
Sit back lovely Look in the mirror
Each dot like the first gray hair The first wrinkle The signs of life The furrows of well-lived
Smiles dug into skin To be seen as happy shadows A dent in the pillow A crease in the sheet
Perfectly molded to hold the memory Of your hand in mine
One of many in this long journey To this recline Looking up At the twinkling of each memory